A Story I Must Tell

This is a true Story, a true tale
The stranger was blessed beyond measure.
Moreover, a Story I must tell.

Now be still, get well, the Lord would whisper.
I did not understand.
I am not ill, I said with question.
Be still get well, He would whisper
Again, I did not understand the word.
Help me Lord, in my not understanding?

The Lord hard my cry,
An Angel descended from heaven
Dressed in white linen, carrying a silver scroll.
She whispered to a Stranger the instructions from above,
Three times the Angel spoke to her.
The Father has a message for you to deliver,
This is the final request.
He has heard all her prayers,
All her dangers, the Father is in fort of them,
Let Him Work.

The Father whispered once more in those days.
Do not be afraid, you are not finished.
The voice was very clear
I knew his whispers well.
Whatever lies ahead for me, however long my race.
I pray I stay in his Grace.

I talked my brother home that year,
For the close of his race as very near.
He ask if he would see Daddy their and Darrell
A brother he never knew.
Will I see Jesus Sis? Without a tear, I whispered
He wants to take the pain away,
He is waiting there for you.
Landa Daniels 2009